Oh. He blinked, stood up and did a quick survey of who was standing nearby before he even attempted to say anything to the Irishman lilting away in his ear. Funny how quickly a mood could change sometimes. Smiling himself, easy, warm and deeply dimpled, "You aren't a bother. Unless Grace has somehow managed to enlist you in her goal of driving me crazy today."

He leaned against the counter and reached to turn off the scope. Work could wait a few minutes. "Shouldn't you be...I don't know, celebrating or something, and not calling me for...um, why are you calling me?"

Clueless and adorable at times, maybe a little flustered too. The man had just been on national television this morning and now he was calling him? Did he run out of people to brag to already? "Not that I mind...never mind. How'd it go this morning? I'm in the land of the media deprived for a while yet."